It Ended Badly…

…the recent lack of updates.

Some of us have been partying locally, while others travelling the Far East. Back to the regularly scheduled programming shortly.

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…was hot.

(another date a la Helena Handbasket)

Polynesian face and dreadlocks to his waist. Absolute vision in my eyes. He was playing in a band fronted by a certain punk rock legend. My girlfriends who I had gone to the show with decided to poo-poo and leave a bit early, while I decided to stick around til the end. The club is clearing out and eyes start batting. I end up chatting with several people when the band manager poses a favor to ask. Would I mind driving the Legend and King of the Jungle to the airport? They have a festival to play in California and he had to take the rest of the band to Virginia that night too. Of course I agree to be stuck in a car in close proximity to His Hotness. (more…)

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(Story contributed by Laima)

I came from Lithuania to California because I married an American. That did not work out, and several months later we went our separate ways. However, I still wanted to live here in the US, and I put an ad in the Personals.

One of the (many) men who responded invited me to meet for lunch. He chose an expensive restaurant in a beautiful location, and on the phone he sounded like he was a serious and marriage-minded man. He came to pick me up in a big mercedes, he was very nice and polite. (more…)

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(Contributed by Badnewsbears)

A few years back I had started dating this guy that I had had a crush on for months. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. We met each other as friends, and eventually began courting one another after he had finally broken up with his seriously demented ex-girlfriend.

After a couple of weeks of playing boyfriend/girlfriend without the title, he invited me over to his house to hang out for a bit during the day. We lived relatively close to each other, so I walked there from my place. While securing plans before leaving, he told me to come right in and make myself at home, because he’d probably still be in the shower by the time I got there. Not thinking anything of it, I did as I was told. (more…)

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